Chapter 260: Let fate decide.
He wrote it with his own blood, and even muttered a few incantations that I couldn't understand.
After reciting it, he murmured, "This is an escape incantation. I searched for all the famous priests and studied with them the incantation to cross this continent. It took me half my life to finally develop this incantation. Although I can't be sure it will work 100%, it will definitely help you escape this land of life and death."
He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction—and flipped through the yellowed pages under the book several times.
“This is no ordinary piece of paper,” he said, increasingly pleased with his examination. “I acquired it at a high price from a wandering priest. It was originally the hide of a sacred bull that had lived for two hundred years among the elves. After the bull died and was cremated, this wandering priest secretly bribed an elf to obtain the hide. The priest used a special method to roast, soak, and hammer the hide, adding some precious plant and animal extracts, and finally extracted a type of bacteria hidden deep within the hide.”
"I have to thank my experience in the modern world for knowing the word 'bacteria.' The wandering priest didn't know that this kind of microorganism was called bacteria. He only knew that by gathering these tiny green-glowing insects in a glass bottle and then refining them, one could create extraordinary magical power."
His eyes gleamed with an eerie excitement. "After years of dedicated research, expending enormous resources, I've developed a new incantation. Several sections of this incantation were stolen from the elves. It's a highly confidential incantation, revealed only by a priest through secret methods to every king or queen after they turn fifty. Subsequently, candidates for king or queen are dispersed by the reigning ruler to different time rifts to undergo trials. The one who returns with the best chance of success becomes king. I almost exhausted all the treasures in my private treasury to obtain a few sections, modified them, and combined them with bacteria possessing extraordinary power refined by wandering priests. It should be able to return to the modern world."
He became more and more excited as he spoke, almost dancing with joy. "Maybe I can travel back and forth between the modern world and the mainland. I can bring some good things from the modern world to the mainland, such as guns, cannons, bullets, food, and fabrics. I can make a fortune and even unify the entire mainland."
He even laughed so hard he collapsed on his throne, "I invented the firearms of the continent! I merely modified modern pistols and machine guns to create a simplified version, which helped me conquer most of the royal cities in the Western Territory. The infuriating thing is that this thing wasn't complicated to make, and it was quickly copied, preventing me from ultimately conquering the Great Royal City and its surrounding smaller towns. But it doesn't matter, I will succeed soon. I will make them all bow down to me. I will not only become the King of the Western Territory, I will become the King of the Continent!"
After laughing, he looked through the book at the bottom of the throne. "No, I have to think of a way. What if someone tries to steal my treasure? I need to come up with a trick."
Next, I saw him summon important ministers and nobles, telling them that he had a precious book that recorded some strange things. He planned to put the book in an underground treasure vault and add a powerful barrier to the vault, so that no one except the king and queen could enter.
“Of course, except for otherworldly beings,” he said softly, so that the ministers and nobles could not hear him. “Could there be otherworldly beings coming here?”
The ministers and nobles were not interested in the book; they were more concerned with how valuable the treasures in the treasury were. So much so that the king used the book as a gimmick to conceal the truly precious things in the treasury.
But the king had already placed a powerful barrier, so they couldn't sneak in to search.
That evening, the king returned to the treasury and carefully took out the book again. On the title page, he wrote: "The mystery of life lies in its cycles; the enigma of time also lies in its cycles. Cycles upon cycles create layer upon layer of mysterious space. To cross these spaces lies in the mysteries of matter."
"If someone ever reads this book in the future, I wonder if they will be able to understand it." The king sighed, then thought, "Never mind, I don't want to think about it anymore. I don't really understand what I've written; I'm just writing based on intuition."
Isn't the meaning of life simply a cycle? From birth to death, from death to birth. Cycle upon cycle, perhaps life will leap to another dimension, continuing its mysterious cycle.
Of course, this line of text is just a smokescreen, and the book itself is also just a smokescreen; apart from this line of text, the book is completely blank.
He hid the real secret beneath the book, and couldn't resist taking out the yellowed page to admire it again.
But just then, the evil elf who had been secretly watching jumped out, trying to snatch the yellowed paper. The evil elf was well-informed; it knew that the King of the West had a treasure hidden in his vault and had long coveted it. Now that it had appeared, how could it let it go?
The King of the West was terrified and drew a long dagger that had been hidden in his calf, and began to fight the evil elves.
The King of the West did not know how the evil elves had passed through the magical barrier. Perhaps the evil elves were the earliest elves to appear on this continent, and their magical power was so strong that the King of the West's barrier could not stop them.
After a fierce battle, both the King of the West and the evil elves were seriously injured. The loud fighting attracted the guards, but they couldn't get in and could only watch helplessly as the exhausted King of the West continued to fight the evil elves.
Finally, the evil elf king couldn't take it anymore. Perhaps worried that the number of guards at the treasure vault was increasing and he wouldn't be able to escape, he tore off a corner of the yellowed paper and fled.
The magical power of the torn piece was later transferred by the evil elf to the sleeping, beautiful young prince, Bernard.
The evil spirit extended its black claws, a sinister grin on its face, eager to consummate its relationship with the handsome prince. The prince awoke with a start and engaged the evil spirit in a fierce battle. A torn piece of paper fluttered out, and the prince, quick-witted and agile, snatched it. The evil spirit frantically tried to reclaim it, but the prince simply swallowed it whole. The two resumed their struggle…
Then, the handsome young prince, using the magical power of the shredded paper, arrived in the modern world after a long slumber.
Memories flooded my mind:
—I squatted down next to a trash can on the street corner and fished out a few pieces of discarded drawing paper. I saw that the sixth page was blank, the seventh page was blank, and the eighth page was also blank. A strange, magnetic young voice drifted into my ear, “You have to guess the last few pages. There’s a prize for guessing correctly.”
I ran away like a madman.
—I opened the glass case containing the wax figure of the beautiful boy prince. The tiny black tower grew taller and taller from the ground like a mushroom, soaring into the sky. The beautiful boy prince also awoke and stood by the tower window, looking down at me.
Yes, he thought I was a cleaner back then.
—The handsome young prince was exiled to a desolate land, and we swapped bodies and became quite close.
He told me, “My body is imprisoned, but my soul can occasionally wander and travel to unknown spaces. To you, I may be a faint electromagnetic wave. I exist, but you cannot see me. Only those whose magnetic fields match mine can hear my voice.”
"Some people can hear my voice, some can be manipulated by my magnetic field to draw those pictures, and some even come to the Black Castle like you, but in the end only you awakened me. My energy can affect some people who are sensitive to magnetic fields, taking them through the gaps or crevices in time and space to our continent, but it cannot affect their words and actions."
"You succeeded, probably because of fear. Extreme fear can activate a person's greatest potential, and you may inadvertently discover the solution. You are the most timid person I have ever met, almost scared out of your wits."
The magical power of the King of the West, combined with the prince's own elven bloodline power, and my own energy and magnetic field, brought about this destiny between me and the other world.
The last few blank pages of the comic book are left for me to guess. How could I possibly guess the outcome? There can be no outcome because nothing has happened yet.
The correct answer lies in guessing from fate and writing from the ever-changing world.
The arrogant laughter pulled me back to the treasure vault where the King of the West resided. The evil elf tore a corner of the yellowed paper, and though he was furious, he laughed, "You only tore a small corner; you don't know the secrets of this paper."
He sneered as he held the yellowed paper up to the light emanating from the treasure vault. "Hidden within this paper is a map, a special map, derived from elven runes, researched over thousands of years. It's a passage specifically for candidates to experience, and it's also imbued with my magical energy, allowing it to open a passage to another world."
"But how to unlock the map depends on fate." He paused for a moment, "Perhaps the magic of the evil elves can. They were originally one of the elves, but their nature was wicked and extremely evil, so they were expelled from the elves and became their own race. Although their power is weaker than that of the elves, only they can break through the magical shackles of the elves and uncover their secrets."
Although he had stolen the elven talisman, he didn't know how to use it. Inspired by the sudden attack from the evil elves, he decided to venture deep into the land of the evil elves' death.
But before he could even set off, one day, just as he emerged from the treasure vault, a group of his sons rushed out—yes, a group of his sons—and hacked him to pieces.
He delayed establishing his own rulers, lived a long life, and held the throne for a long time. Some of his sons were already grandfathers. He was about to pass away, but he still couldn't get the crown he dreamed of.
He was also very capable, possessing skills he had learned from who-knows-where, including making firearms and cannons, as well as political strategies, which allowed him to keep his men completely under his control.
The sons only outwardly obeyed; inwardly they were not.
Let's go all out and carry out a massacre. No matter how powerful he is, he can't fight them all with three heads and six arms. If everyone attacks together, cut him into a thousand pieces, and then burn him to the ground, he can't possibly come back to life, right?
And so, he was hacked to pieces, his remains scattered on the ground.
Amidst sacred chants, the fragments were gathered together again, burning into fiery flames. It was a grand funeral; the death was tragic, but the scale of the funeral could not be small.
With a thunderous roar, the cannons fired, and a new round of the battle for the throne began.
Another loud rumble—
The sound of artillery fire continued. I thought I was asleep, but then I was jolted awake by someone constantly pushing and shoving my body.
"Madam, wake up! The Elf King has attacked. His Highness orders you to retreat to a safe area immediately."
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